finally realized that even if there are thousands of words, it is difficult to describe the reason for the original innocence. Trust is so fragile, like thin ice touching the sun, it will be shattered and dissipated at the slightest carelessness. The former vows of the mountains and seas are now just the moment when the pages are lightly turned, and the yellowed chapters are like fallen leaves, fluttering in the wind, easily torn apart, and can never be restored.
The paleness of trust, like the snowflakes of early spring, gradually melted under the gaze of the sun, turning into invisible teardrops. Those vows are like footprints on the beach, and once the tide sweeps in, they disappear without a trace.
In this ever-changing world, what we are looking for is only that eternal trust and sincere emotion. They are like a clear spring in the mountains, trickling down and flowing for a long time, silently purifying our souls. Just like the spring sun, it shines forever, giving people endless warmth.
However, reality is like a ruthless sharp blade, fiercely severing those seemingly indestructible oaths. These vows, like fragile glass balls, shatter at the touch of a button, leaving only fragments and endless regrets in the field.
I used to think that although the melody of life has waves, it will eventually return to tranquility, like a meandering river, zigzag forward, and eventually merge into the vast ocean. I have fantasized that our love is like dew in the morning light, pure and flawless. However, I was wrong.
Life is not always peaceful, it can be stormy and unpredictable. Love is not always as crystal clear as dewdrops, it is sometimes choppy, sometimes prosaic and unpredictable.
I didn't expect that those seemingly ordinary days would actually be a luxury that is hard to reach. In the sound of quarrels, our love has become so fragile, like a candle in the wind, crumbling.
I used to think that love was rock-solid, indestructible, and able to withstand any wind and rain. I am convinced that you will be by my side whenever and wherever you are, and you will never be separated. However, I was wrong again. Reality cruelly tells me that your departure makes me feel like I am in an ice cellar, and my heart is like a knife.
Today, I have come to realize that eternal love is not rock-solid. Under the ruthless destruction of wind and rain, our love may have disappeared, which also made me see the true face of life.
It turns out that love is not an eternal haven, but a garden that needs to be maintained and cultivated with our hearts. It needs not only the moisture of sunshine and rain and dew, but also our joint efforts and dedication. Only in this way can love thrive and bloom into beautiful flowers.
In this bumpy and tortuous journey of life, I have learned a lot. I have learned that love is not eternal, but needs to be maintained with our hearts. I also understand that whether it is life or love, we need to face it bravely and accept it calmly.
Therefore, I will cherish the good times we once had, and be grateful for the years you have accompanied me. Although our love is gone, I will remember those joys and pains and make them the most precious memories of my life.
Over the years, trust has been the fulcrum that underpins our emotions. Today, however, this fulcrum is missing, and the air is filled with hypocritical excuses. Lies have become the reason for us to turn away. I know very well, and I must admit it, that nostalgia in my heart has long been worn out by the years, and there is no longer love to ignite it.
I've learned to close my eyes and hold my grievances to the bottom of my heart. The blood in the body is still bubbling, but it can't dispel the cold inside. In this seemingly endless night, I long to find the person who can rekindle my hope, the person who can make me regain the fulcrum of trust.
At this moment, emotions are like a flood of water, sticky and accumulating under every inch of skin, ready to go. I still sat silently, my cold fingertips tapping mechanically on the keyboard. I know that in the blink of an eye, these words can turn into sparks of anger. I tried to breathe deeply, and deeply, as if the heavens and the earth were spinning between my sighs.